Hurricane Ship

 (Mike Anderson)

It was a rainy night

The ladies were all outside

My mind recognized

My German

Who stood and watched them

A liberation movement

I blew them kisses from the foremast

It withstood terrible

Atmospheric pressure

Back in my cabin hotel

Opening Prime Meridian wine

A scrimshaw in the moonlight

They pitched me low and inside

I stowed the waste away

Drunk, adrift, I sway

Sun turned black, burnt holes down below

(chorus)

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up the holes

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up them all

Again, shrimp with cold beans, and no one at the bar tonight

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up the holes

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up them all

Deck-hand, helmsman, short-handed, I steer the ship alone and I plug the holes

Another beer Senoir?

Rain has soaked tobacco

I held the match too long

Burnt my fingers

Compass swingers!

I thought about the Mexican girls

I’ll never see again

Scrub my vomit with holy-stone

Kept my eyes from flashing

Moving like a chain gang in my

Death ballet

I’ll give them nothing

I’m not stepping down there

The fruit has gone bad

Looked on with fondness, I held my own hand

Shoot the lanterns and drink salt water

(chorus)

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up the holes

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up them all

Again, shrimp with cold beans, and no one at the bar tonight

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up the holes

Captain bail-away hurricane, fix up them all

Deck-hand, helmsman, short-handed, I steer the ship alone and I plug the holes